Holy hell, ladies, I have just received the most pathetic excuse for a dick picture. It's so minuscule that I need a magnifying glass just to make out its existence. This "cock" is more akin to a tiny nipple than anything resembling male genitalia. It's such a disgrace to even think about sending such a laughable image.

Without hesitation, myself, Mistress Zeida, Mistress Zara, and Lady Messalina begin verbally tearing apart this embarrassment of manhood. We even called in our sissy slave to compare his own clit-dick with the picture I had received. And wouldn't you know it, even h...

Holy hell, ladies, I have just received the most pathetic excuse for a dick picture. It's so minuscule that I need a magnifying glass just to make out its existence. This "cock" is more akin to a tiny nipple than anything resembling male genitalia. It's such a disgrace to even think about sending such a laughable image.

Without hesitation, myself, Mistress Zeida, Mistress Zara, and Lady Messalina begin verbally tearing apart this embarrassment of manhood. We even called in our sissy slave to compare his own clit-dick with the picture I had received. And wouldn't you know it, even his small and effeminate appendage put this "man's" supposed manhood to shame.

We dissected it with cruel words and comparisons to everyday objects, each one more humiliating than the last. Oh, how we reveled in the sissy slave's amused giggles as he compared his own tiny clitoris to the microscopic nub in the picture. It was almost comical how even his feminine appendage put this "man" to shame.

We laughed louder and harder as we compared the pathetic excuse for a penis to other small and insignificant things: a toothpick, a pea, a grain of rice, a pimple, a nipple. It was clear that this "cock" would never satisfy anyone, let alone please a group of powerful women like us. What a joke indeed.